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Chapter 1
ttle old Paul Cullen! Another apple of Gods eye!

    Dante bent across table and cried to Mr Casey:

    -- Rig! t! God and morality and religion come first.

    Mrs Dedalus, seeing ement, said to her:

    -- Mrs Riordan, dont excite yourself anshem.

    -- God and religion before everyte cried. God and religion before the world.

    Mr Casey raised  and broug doable h a crash.

    -- Very ed  comes to t, no God for Ireland!

    -- Jo by t sleeve.

    Dante stared across table, ruggled up from  across table towards earing aside a cobweb.

    -- No God for Ireland! oo much God!

    -- Blaspe, starting to  and almost spitting in his face.

    Uncle Co alking to ared before  of ing:

    -- Ah God, I say!

    Dante sly aside and left table, upsetting  and came to rest against t of an easy-co te turned round violently and sed doh rage:

    -- Devil out of o death! Fiend!

    the door slammed behind her.

    Mr Casey, freeing h a sob of pain.

    -- Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!

    terly.

    Steperror-stricken face, sa ears.

    ________________________________________

    talked togettle groups.

    One fellow said:

    -- t near the hill of Lyons.

    --  them?

    -- Mr Gleeson and ter. the same fellow added:

    -- A felloold me.

    Fleming asked:

    -- But well us?

    -- I knoors room.

    -- ?

    -- Kick s.

    -- But t ealing. ?

    -- A fat lot you kno i
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